The next morning, Kevin was in his office when his phone buzzed. It wasn't just a notification—it was a storm of messages and alerts from his top executives. Something was wrong. Fast.
One of his key ventures, a multi-billion-dollar energy deal in Europe, had collapsed overnight. The contract, which had been rock solid, was suddenly in limbo, leaving Kevin's team scrambling. When Kevin accessed the system, it quickly laid out the cause: sabotage.
The system's analysis traced the interference back to one name: Ezra Cain.
"Ezra," Kevin muttered, his eyes narrowing as he saw the man's face flash on the screen. Cain wasn't just any businessman. He was a player in the global arena, and if the system was right, he was more than just a rival—he was a key figure in the Shadow Consortium.
Kevin slammed his laptop shut, his mind racing. This wasn't just a random attack; this was a declaration of war.
"Alright, Ezra," he said under his breath, "if you want to play dirty, let's see how far you're willing to go."
With a few taps, Kevin activated his system's newly upgraded covert operations suite. His fingers danced over the interface, unleashing a torrent of surveillance hacks and data infiltration protocols that were way beyond anything the world's top intelligence agencies could manage.
In less than an hour, Kevin had gathered enough intel to confirm his suspicions. Cain wasn't acting alone. There were others in the shadows, pulling strings, orchestrating global moves. Kevin grinned. "The Shadow Consortium," he whispered to himself, "you've made your first mistake."